This is a song about "The nordic coalition"

It ain't where i been

The bigger the the fun

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned